Henry Allen: We were putting up the tents when Pakistani police pulled up and told us we might get killed if we camped there.
Four guys in a British lump of a car, they'd driven out from Peshawar to warn us. No "fees" or "permits" were demanded, though doubtless they worried about the political implications of a dozen or so British and American corpses showing up between Peshawar and the Khyber Pass, where we were headed in our decrepit little Mercedes bus.
"Very dangerous to camp here," one said.
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